Date: Wed, 03 Apr 2024 17:45:13 +0000 From: Nifty Sisters Subject: Unexpected Special Massage (Chapter 7) (Lesbian/Adult-Youth) Unexpected Special Massage (Chapter 7) Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction written by my sister and me. Any similarity to persons, places, or things is entirely coincidental. If such stories are illegal in your jurisdiction, stop reading immediately. Otherwise, we hope you enjoy! -Nifty Sisters Authors' Note: Nifty is awesome and could always use donations to keep their service running. Please consider a donation of any size and send it at this link: https://donate.nifty.org/ --- The look of horror must have been apparent on my face as Clarissa asked me after a few seconds, "Oh my god Erica, what's wrong?" Looking up at her from my phone screen, but before I could answer, we were startled by a dull thud followed by a creaking sound coming from the doorway as the large wooden door started to swing open into the room. Bethany walked in, trailed by Mareva, both of whom were completely naked like Clarissa and me, except they appeared to be slippery from some sort of oil from head to toe. Bethany additionally had a long trail of dried vaginal secretions which had dripped down her left leg more than halfway to her knee. They also seemed to have the same substance covering the majority of their cheeks, lips, and noses. "It sounds like you two had fun", Bethany said with a hint of sarcasm and a slight smirk on her face. Clarissa and I looked at each other and I felt my face flush a little bit as we both turned to look back at our nude, slippery companions. "What were you two doing?", Clarissa asked with her bright blue eyes darting back and forth between them. Before Bethany could answer, Mareva looked at me and said, "It is time for you to learn something." The dim light emitted from the single burning torch on the stone wall opposite the large wooden door flickered and danced across all three of our faces; each of us looking at Mareva silently with an inquisitive and curious glance. Mareva turned to look at Bethany and asked simply, "Wait for me?" Bethany stared blankly for a couple seconds before mumbling "OK" in response and turning to leave the room, pulling the large wooden door closed behind her using the metal ring handle on the outside of it. Clarissa and I now looked even more intently and curiously at Mareva. I caught myself staring at her small brown nipples, the dim light casting a slight shine across them due to whatever substance her body was covered with. "Please, sit!", she said with a smile, gesturing with her hand at the odd, stone seating apparatus in the center of the room that Clarissa and I had just had explosive orgasms sitting on. I shivered at the thought of my spread labia once again pressing against the red, rubbery bumps which were still slick from my juices which had given me indescribable pleasure grinding against them while sharing my first kiss with Clarissa. We looked at each other and I shrugged and began moving towards the chair, climbing into the lower seating position first. As my feet were positioning themselves into the cutouts for them, Clarissa began climbing into the higher seating position, once again giving me a tantalizingly brief glance of her delicious, preteen pink insides. Her heels found the stone cutouts for them and pressed down, followed by the rest of her soles and toes resting on the tops of my feet. The sensation once again made me shudder hard, with my labia also falling back into place against the red bumps almost simultaneously. Clarissa let out a little gasp as gravity pulled her forward and she experienced the same sensation in between her legs. Like before, our faces were mere inches apart, and our arms gripping the horizontal stone protrusions in front of us was the only thing keeping our faces from coming into contact with one another's. Mareva smiled at both of us and said "Good!" while walking next to Clarissa and extending two little fingertips towards Clarissa's tiny breast buds and nearly-flat nipples. I watched with a mix of intrigue and a hint of jealousy as the glistening fingertips started giving Clarissa's slightly puffy nipples the lightest tickles until both of them became stiff. I felt Clarissa's warm breath on my face as she exhaled deeply while staring into my eyes as Mareva's fingertips were pleasuring her now slippery buttons. Her smooth toes curled down onto the tops of my feet which sent shivers up my spine knowing that her little body was again experiencing intense pleasure. "You two can now see 'mind's eye' of something that happened but is done now. You can't change, but you can watch. Want to try?", she asked in her unique accent and little kid voice. Clarissa and I continued staring into each other's blue eyes and I could now see that Clarissa was deep in thought. After a few moments, she mused, "We could try it? But I don't know what to do." Mareva responded, "Think of something you want to go back and see and then you squeeze together like for dreams". I interjected, "Squeeze our legs for five seconds like Bethany told us once we think of something?" Mareva smiled and nodded. I looked back at Clarissa and asked, "Ummmm, is there anything you want to see or are curious about that happened already?" Clarissa formed a tiny wrinkle in between her eyebrows as she seemingly was trying to conjure up an answer to my question. The bottoms of her feet shifted slightly against the top of mine at the same time; the feeling causing my thighs to twitch. Moreover, it caused my mind to recollect something Clarissa had previously mentioned to me one of the first times I had been surprised by how soft the bottoms of her feet were, namely how her mom told her the same thing often, and even liked to rub or massage her feet after school or after soccer practice sometimes. As I pondered this idea, another recollection presented itself; specifically my observation of Megan earlier this morning when she opened the hotel room door to Paul, Clarissa, and I while appearing to be almost out of breath, and then her peculiar reaction when she mentioned to Clarissa that she had moved the red Crocs out of her room when straightening things up. I began to wonder... "I might have an idea...", I started. "Oh yeah? What?", Clarissa asked, perking up slightly. My lips had apparently reacted faster than my brain, because I now almost regretted sharing that I had an idea in case my guess would turn out to be even partially accurate. "Hellooooo?", Clarissa against asked, interrupting my thoughts. "Oh, umm... well...", I stuttered. "Come on, tell me Erica! After everything we have been through...?", she pleaded. I cleared my throat and responded, still staring into her eyes, "I was curious about something I saw this morning. Remember how your mom was acting a little weird? If we could see what she was doing in the room before we all got back and knocked on the door together..." Clarissa's eyes widened and I again saw her little forehead wrinkle appear. After a few moments, she responded, "You are right, she was acting kind of sus but I didn't care much then because I just wanted to leave and hang out with you." "I don't know what she might have been doing, but just in case it was something like what we have been doing together, I thought maybe you wouldn't want to see something like that", I responded. She again looked intrigued and deep in thought. Finally, she mustered, "Do you really think she could have been doing something like that? By herself?" "I don't know for sure, but it's possible. I... was curious why your shoes were moved", I replied somewhat hesitantly. "Oh...", she paused, "Oh!", she replied as the puzzle pieces finally clicked together. "Again, I have no clue really but it crossed my mind as a possibility", I quickly interjected. "Want to try?", Mareva jumped in, asking Clarissa and surprising us both. "OK...", Clarissa started, "But we can leave at any time like in the dreams, right?" Mareva smiled and nodded. I was somewhat relieved to know this personally as well. But despite my relief and concern about this idea generally, I felt new wetness emerging out of me and making the rubber bumps I was pressed against more slippery as butterflies inexplicably fluttered in my stomach. "So... on my mark, start squeezing?", Clarissa asked, as I felt her feet on top of mine as she was attempting to pull her spread, bare pussy more directly against the red bumps. I nodded in response to her question. "OK, now!", she blurted out as I pressed my own labia tightly against the red protrusions on my side and squeezed my legs together, eliciting a small gasp from my lips as I closed my eyes and leaned my head forward. As my thighs continued to grip and squeeze tightly, I felt Clarissa's forehead press against mine and our lips rested against each other's softly. Both of our lips began to open ever so slightly, still touching. --- Blackness again. My eyes were open and I had spatial awareness, but couldn't perceive anything. I blinked a few more times and finally in an instant, I was standing deserted in the living room of Clarissa's family's hotel suite. I slowly turned around in a complete circle looking for signs of anyone else but only saw Clarissa in front of me as my rotation completed. Interestingly, we were both dressed in the clothes that we had entered the temple wearing and were not naked as we had been a few seconds ago in the temple. Her glance met mine and her eyes went wide as we both realized that we made it. Clarissa looked like she wanted to speak but was afraid to. "It's OK, I think we can talk. This isn't like a dream we create where your mom could hear us. Mareva said that whatever we see now already happened and all we can do is watch", I spoke aloud to her. "This is so weird...", she replied in a very quiet tone of voice while her eyes shifted all around. She wasn't wrong, as this experience felt as real as our dream states or actual conscious experiences. We were both startled by a noise coming from Clarissa's private bedroom which was off to the right side of the living room. We both peered in the direction of the doorway and it was halfway closed. Our gazes met again and I started cautiously walking over to the door with Clarissa in tow. I peered into the doorway and Megan was looking right at me. I instantly froze and began to panic, but I quickly realized that Megan wasn't actually seeing me, as her glance continued looking all around the room, completely oblivious to my presence. Clarissa peered around from behind my back and saw her mom, who again looked in our direction, but didn't see us, since we weren't really there. "Whoa...", Clarissa mumbled quietly. "I know, right?", I replied incredulously. Again, if I had been experiencing this by myself, I would be having doubts about my own sanity. I wrapped my arm around Clarissa who had emerged from behind my back and was now standing next to me. For a few moments, we watched Megan walking around Clarissa's room, straightening things out, folding clothes, hanging some of them up, and putting various belongings back in place or organizing them. Clarissa pointed down at her red Crocs, "Look, there they are!" "I guess this is before she moved them...", I started, "But I wonder why she would have moved them at all? They aren't really in the way or anything." My question remained unanswered for a few more minutes while Megan disappeared into the bathroom out of our view, presumably to straighten up things in there. Clarissa and I waited patiently and Megan eventually did reemerge and walked into the middle of the main room and gazed all around, likely making a final observational pass to ensure the cleanup was complete. When her glance was in the direction of us standing by the door, her head tilted downward and her eyes locked with the shoes. She slowly started walking over to them and we instinctively backed up a few steps, although I laughed internally to myself as I realized this was unnecessary. Megan looked down at the clearly well-worn shoes and reached down to pick one of them up. Clarissa grabbed my arm and exclaimed, "Look!" We both watched in tandem as Megan raised back up holding the left shoe and was looking at it curiously, the front of it facing her head. She turned it around and peered inside it and within a couple seconds, she pulled it back and away from her face with a look of surprise. "Wow!", she mumbled quietly. I couldn't help but laugh out loud, guessing from firsthand experience that the smell must have hit her nose. There was something unique about these shoes we had been given, but I didn't know what, other than for some reason, they were permanently moist on the insides. We continued to watch curiously as Megan bent down and picked up the right shoe while still holding onto the left one. She brought the opening close to her face and again had a similar expression before pulling it away. Holding both of them, she walked around the corner and set them both down on the floor outside of Clarissa's room, us following her in the process to continue our observation. "Maybe she just didn't want my room to smell?", Clarissa offered. "It looks that way", I replied to her, not having an alternative explanation. Megan began walking towards her and Paul's bedroom in the hotel suite and I was intrigued by what I was feeling at that moment. My emotions were heightened; I had odd butterflies in my stomach, and I was both disappointed and relieved at the same time at seeing the inconsequentiality of her interaction with the shoes. What had I been hoping for, and why? I became aware that some part of me wanted to see Megan do something "bad", much to my surprise. But on the other hand, I didn't know how I felt about Clarissa witnessing the same thing, if it actually happened. If Megan had done something "bad", would that have made me feel better about myself and my own interactions with Clarissa? My thought process was interrupted as Megan oddly stopped walking in her tracks, hesitating in place for a moment. Clarissa also took notice of the sudden freeze, and she was now watching her mom as intently as I was. Megan abruptly turned around, first almost looking at us, but then her eyes lowered back to the floor, seemingly at the shoes. My heart instantly fluttered in my chest, wondering what was happening. She had an almost-conflicted look on her face and let out a deep sigh before starting to walk back over towards us and the shoes. Again, we instinctively, but unnecessarily moved aside. Once Megan reached the shoes, she squatted on her knees and picked up both of them, one in each hand, before rising back up to her feet. Her eyes looked back and forth between them, seemingly into the dark openings of each, her face still appearing conflicted. She brought the opening of the left one closer to her face, closed her eyes, and touched the entire opening of the shoe to her face, sealing it almost completely, before inhaling deeply. "Oh my god!", Clarissa exclaimed upon seeing her mom do this; her hand covering her mouth after her surprised utterance. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering more aggressively now as I was having my own disbelief about what I was witnessing. Megan pulled the shoe off her face and the look left on her face was not one of disgust. "Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree", I mumbled without thinking. Clarissa looked up at me with a cute frown and said, "Hey! I know what that means!" I looked away from Megan and down to Clarissa and I couldn't help but laugh a little bit. I added, "Sorry, I didn't mean anything bad by that. I didn't even mean to say that out loud." "It's OK", Clarissa reassured me, "I know I'm weird but... I can't believe my mom... likes my smell too?!", she exclaimed in disbelief. "Oh wow...", Megan mumbled quietly, refocusing Clarissa's and my attention on her. To our surprise, Megan repeated the same process with the other shoe, spending longer inhaling than the first time. Like previously, her eyes remained closed the entire duration. When she finished, the look on her face reminded me of the one I had first seen on Clarissa's after she shocked me by doing something similar to me when I was laying on my hotel bed not long after we first met. My imagination and heart were both racing, wondering what was going through Megan's mind at that instant. Megan looked all around, as if to ensure she was completely alone, and then looked down at her watch. Seemingly satisfied with her observations, she made a quick leap toward her room door, flung the deadbolt across, added the extra security chain, and then briskly walked back towards her bedroom and closed the door, both shoes still dangling from her left hand. "Uh oh...", I mumbled to myself. "What?!", Clarissa asked with exuberant curiosity. "I have a feeling I know what she's going to do in there, and why she was out of breath when we were all at the door. I'm sure it's something you aren't going to want to see your mom do", I replied. "But she has my shoes...", Clarissa blurted out almost immediately. "That makes a difference?", I asked curiously, not quite expecting that reaction out of her. "I don't know...", she trailed off a little, "I was a little curious I guess." "Hmmm, if you want to see, I don't see any reason why we can't watch together. But you have an idea about what she will probably do, right?", I asked, even more intrigued at her interest. "Like what we did earlier?", she queried intelligently. "Yes, except by herself... and I'm guessing with your shoes somehow", I replied. My mind was racing attempting to come up with explanations to help Clarissa out, but I didn't have many ideas. I had heard of girls selling socks and panties on the internet because of scents, but it never really crossed my mind that there might be something real to it, maybe along the lines of pheromones or who knows what else. I certainly didn't expect Clarissa to understand because I didn't even myself. But then I had seen the effects on her firsthand, so even if she didn't understand why, she still knew what the effect was and how powerful it could be. My mind also wondered if there was something special about these stupid Crocs that heightened the scent or effect for people more than it normally ever would. After all, I was literally witnessing the past with Clarissa as if we were there, so the shoes possibly having some special characteristics didn't really didn't seem so outlandish with that in perspective. I already couldn't explain certain things about them, such as how they were never dry. To make matters worse, as if potentially spying on Megan's most intimate personal time wasn't thrilling enough, there was the fact that her daughter, at least in some way, was exciting her sexually. I couldn't really be one to judge at this point after what I had done to my sister earlier, but the wildness of the situation didn't escape me. Especially seeing some equal curiosity on Clarissa's part, knowing that she now has an understanding of the type of pleasure she might see her mom experiencing. I felt moisture in between my legs and looked down in disbelief. "Clarissa, we can feel things here...", I trailed off in complete shock as I felt my own dampness seeping out of my panties. "Huh?", Clarissa replied, confused. "Sorry, I'm just a little surprised by a lot of this... but I'm wet", I responded. "I am too...", Clarissa said quietly. Her response didn't help my wetness. Knowing that this eleven-year-old's little pussy was salivating from spying on her mom being somewhat naughty was beyond comprehension, and my body was definitely reacting. We turned to look at each other. "Should we go in there now?", I asked. Clarissa nodded, blinked, and vanished from in front of my face as if she was never there. I imagined myself being in Megan's bedroom behind the closed door, blinked, and upon reopening my eyes, I was standing next to Clarissa who was watching Megan wiggling out of her jeans, revealing a tightly-fitting pair of light-blue cotton panties underneath. My eyes immediately locked on a darker blue circle on the front of them, no doubt caused by her excitement and anticipation for what she was about to do. Once she stepped out of her jeans, her fingertips hooked into the sides of her panties and peeled them downward from her hips. The dark blue patch was sticking in between her legs and was the last spot to release. In an instant, Megan's panties were around her ankles and she carefully stepped out of them, bent down to pick them up, and placed them on top of the nightstand next to the bed. Naked from the waist down, she walked over to her suitcase, opened it, and started searching for something. She retrieved a large plastic bag which appeared to be full of dirty laundry but searched intently through it until she grasped an object before pulling her hand out. Now gripped tightly in her palm was a bright pink bullet vibrator which she carried back with her over to her bed. She placed it next to Clarissa's red Crocs which must have been positioned on the bed before Clarissa and I entered the room. Megan opened the drawer on her nightstand, pulled out another plastic bag, and set it on top of her bed. She turned to the side, sat down backwards directly on top of the plastic bag, lifted up her legs, and swung them around so she was now facing the front of the bed with them spread apart enough to reveal the pink insides of her perfectly shaved pussy to Clarissa and I. Looking intently at it, I shivered as it bared a resemblance to Clarissa's, despite being larger and less puffy. Her delicate folds glistened from an abundance of wetness she had already created for herself. The plastic bag underneath her crinkled as she leaned forward to pick up one of Clarissa's shoes in her left hand and the bullet vibrator in her right hand. A gooey white blob appeared at the entrance of her hole as she leaned back against several pillows in front of the headboard, now appearing more comfortable. Her right hand rested on her right thigh, the vibrator now in close proximity to her clearly hungry pussy, and her left hand simultaneously brought the opening of Clarissa's shoe closer to her face before sealing it around her nose. As it connected, she closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and pushed a button on the top of the bullet. A gentle, high-pitched whirring sound now filled the room as Megan let the vibrator dangle an inch in front of her clit without making contact as she continued deeply inhaling. "Is that... a vibrator?", Clarissa asked, startling me out of my near-hypnotic observation of Megan. I replied to Clarissa with a smile, "You're so smart. Yes girl, that is an actual, proper vibrator." "What do you mean, a 'proper' vibrator?", she queried. "Well, when I was younger and didn't want my parents to know what I was doing, I would find other things to get the same effect, like an electric toothbrush for example." "Does it feel really good?", Clarissa asked curiously and a little more quietly. "It can, yes. But not any better than fingers or a tongue, only different. They work especially well when you have limited time", I explained. "I have an electric toothbrush! I brought it with me here too!", she beamed. Both of us were distracted by a not-so-gentle whimper escaping from Megan's lips and into the confines of Clarissa's shoe, causing our gazes to immediately return to her. Her bullet vibrator was held tightly against her clit, covering it, as the white blob I had noticed earlier was dripping down a wetness string dangling just above the plastic bag. New juices were forming and oozing out of her as the vibrator was sending waves of pleasure into her body while she pressed Clarissa's shoe tightly over nose. "Oh god...", Clarissa uttered quietly, her eyes still transfixed on her mom's naughtiness. "Are you doing alright? Do you still want to see this?", I asked Clarissa, a little worried. "Yeah, I'm OK", she started to reply, still looking at her mom, "I... kinda want to know what that feels like. Before I could even process what she had just told me, we were both startled again by another moan from Megan escaping into the shoe as the smell and the vibes on her clit sent a new, strong wave of pleasure through her body, causing her whole upper torso to flinch and all of her toes to curl forward simultaneously. Her breathing had also intensified greatly and was being amplified for us by the shoe. "This is really hot for you, isn't it?", I bravely asked Clarissa as I felt more moisture leaking out of me. My question resulted in her turning her head towards me and looking directly into my eyes with a piercing blue gaze. A small hint of redness began to appear on her cheeks. She looked down from my eyes but gave a gentle nod before turning to look back at her mom. My concern about Clarissa witnessing her mom's naughtiness was largely the sole reason for not already digging a hand inside my wet panties. However, at this moment, I was having difficulty fighting off another urge to do something completely wild. A few more moments of watching Megan squirm, shiver, and moan while her daughter watched intently wore away any remaining resistance I had against my urge. "Do you want to unbutton and unzip your shorts for me?", I asked, turning to look at her again. She met my gaze and her eyes went a little wide while her telltale thinking crinkle appeared in between her eyebrows. She didn't need long to ponder my offer, because without verbalizing a response, she looked back towards her mom and unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. My clit throbbed as I realized that Clarissa's own tiny little clit was burning and in need of attention because of what she was witnessing, as strange as it was. There was no question now that Clarissa knew that her mom was getting hot from her, and this was making her hot in return. I walked behind her and dropped to my knees and reached my right hand around to her front and found the top of the waistband of her panties. My face was lined up with the back of her head, and as my fingertips began to forage under the elastic band into her forbidden place, I touched my lips softly to the back of her neck and started giving it little soft kisses and flicks of my tongue as my fingers found their way to her burning and slippery eleven-year-old clit. Her head instinctively tilted to the side, giving my lips more access to the side of her smooth neck, ear, and face, which I eagerly took advantage of. My now slippery index and middle fingers wrapped around her tiny button and began rocking it back and forth gently. Clarissa and Megan coincidentally both moaned in unison after my gentle clit rubs and soft kisses sent shock waves of pleasure through her body as she watched her mom experience her own waves of pleasure from her vibe and the shoe. I could feel intense heat increasing against my own fingertips as Clarissa's body temperature and breathing rate both began to significantly increase. Megan's moans became faster and longer as she was seemingly near a massive orgasm herself. Sensing this, I increased the rate of clit rubs my slick fingertips were delivering to Clarissa's hungry pussy. I could feel a wet spot on the front of my shorts as the realization struck me that I was masturbating a beautiful preteen girl as she watched her mom masturbate herself, knowing she was thinking about her own daughter. Aside from enjoying Clarissa's smell from the shoe, my mind burned with a fiery curiosity, wanting to know what Megan was specifically imagining doing with or to her angelic daughter. It wasn't much longer before Megan was clearly on the edge and was about to cum in a matter of seconds. I wrapped my soft lips around the back of Clarissa's ear as my fingers furiously glided back and forth over her protruding bump, causing her knees to start shaking. I wrapped my left arm around her stomach to steady her and hold her up in preparation for what was about to hit her. Megan let out a tiny scream into the shoe as she began to cum from her daughter's smell, and Clarissa upon hearing this, let out her own deep, guttural moan as her entire body flinched violently and began to tremble harshly as my fingers continued rocking across her exploding clit. Megan's moans into the smelly shoe continued and her forearm muscle was completely taut as she must have been pressing the slippery vibrator against her own orgasming clit with a great deal of force. Clarissa's limber little body tested my makeshift arm restraint repeatedly as she involuntarily twitched and thrashed around while cumming. Both Clarissa and her mom's orgasms lasted for a least half a minute before the euphoric waves began to subside. A loud thud behind us caused my whole body to jerk and Clarissa to yelp. "Megan? You locked us out!" we heard Paul faintly yell through the hotel door. Megan responded to the same noise by accidentally launching her vibe out of her hand and onto the floor in front of the bed, almost at our feet. Clarissa's eyes darted between her mom's soaked pussy and the slick vibrator on the floor in front of her as Megan jumped off of the bed with a lightning fury and attempted to jump back into her panties and jeans. Once she did so, she quickly retrieved her vibrator and the plastic bag she had been sitting on and threw them into her open luggage before slamming it closed. She looked back at the bed, picked up both of the Crocs, and hastily exited the bedroom and sprinted towards the hotel room door where Paul, Clarissa, and I were waiting on the other side. On her way to the door, she dropped both of the red shoes on the ground next to the door of Clarissa's room. --- I blinked a few times, surprised by the sudden darkness I was sitting in. As the temple room came flooding back, Clarissa's beautiful face and bright blue eyes appeared in front of me, our foreheads resting together as gravity pulled us close and our wet pussies against the red, rubbery bumps of our special chairs. I felt her warm breath on my lips as she uttered, "Erica... oh my god. That was like... so good." She then exhaled deeply. I couldn't help but smirk a bit as I knew she was still at a loss for words after recently experiencing a powerful orgasm. I pressed my lips towards hers and gave her smooth, plump lips a gentle kiss. As bizarre as everything was, I was so elated and felt almost honored to be able to help this little angel experience such intense pleasure. Her bright blue eyes reopened after my kiss and she gazed at me dreamily in return. Her lips and expression caused my thighs to twitch involuntarily, sending me a small wave of pleasure from the resulting rub against the bumps. After all, she had experienced another release during our experience, but I had not. This notion led me to marvel at the fact that we were able to have orgasms in the first place when using Mareva's "mind's eye" trick. == *BEEP BEEP* == "Oh no! Is that your sister again?", Clarissa asked. "That's a good question", I started, "I guess I had better go check." I didn't want to check. I wanted to kiss her porcelain-smooth kid face and mouth while grinding my clit against the soaked red bumps until I had the major release for which I was becoming increasingly desperate. However, before I could even think about giving into temptation, my internal struggle was interrupted by the sound of Clarissa's phone ringing. "Oh!", Clarissa exclaimed while she started climbing out of her side of our seating apparatus. "Hurry girl, it's probably your parents", I added while trying to get a glimpse of the pink insides between her creamy smooth thighs as she lifted her leg to swing it around to the other side of the chair. The smooth butt cheeks of her cute bubble butt bounced as she hopped naked and barefoot over to the table in the back of the room to retrieve her phone, which she quickly found and was able to answer. "Hello?" "Hi mom!" I felt butterflies in my stomach upon realizing that Clarissa was talking to her mom. I could only imagine what was going through her mind after what she had just witnessed and experienced. "Yeah! Erica and I are exploring and having fun." "OK, I think that's enough time. I'll come back now." "Yes, I will ask Erica." "OK, love you too, bye!" Clarissa set her phone down and looked at me. During her phone call, I had climbed out of my side of the chair and walked over next to the table with our clothes as well. "Sooooo...", she started, "My parents are having dinner brought to the patio terrace of our room and it will start at 6 o'clock. My mom said that her and dad would love for you to join us if you can. It's 5:30 now so we should have enough time to get back, right? And please say you'll come!" I smiled at her and replied, "Well, that was nice of them. And I'm pretty hungry so that sounds really great actually." "Yay!", Clarissa exclaimed while she started getting dressed. The bigger internal question in my mind at that moment was which appetite in my body was the hungriest. Clarissa certainly didn't make my sexual appetite diminish any as she tried to wipe off her excess wetness in between her legs with her hand before pulling her panties up. She spread her now slick palm across the entirety of her smooth, flat belly. "I think it will dry faster this way", she offered. "Good idea, and I think you are right! And it's hidden there once you put your shirt back on too", I replied while staring intently at her now glistening tiny abs just a short distance below her puffy pink nipples. "What's wrong?", she asked. I couldn't take it anymore. My lust for this preteen girl standing next to me, shiny from her own orgasm nectar was driving me absolutely wild without the slightest hint of effort on her part. Without replying, I took a few steps until I was right in front of her, squatted down on both knees so my face was lined up with her stomach, and kissed and licked her shimmering juices off the front of her taut little body. "Ahhhhh, that tickles!", she squealed. "Oh god Clarissa, you taste so good", I managed to lustfully mumble in between attacks of her wet skin with my lips and tongue. She continued giggling as my face collected every last sweet drop of her cum juices for half a minute. Finally finished, I started to straighten up my knees but paused momentarily when my face was level with her nearly-flat nipples. I gave each of them a tiny kiss, softening my lips entirely beforehand and making sure to let them quickly drag across both rubbery nipples. Clarissa let out a small moan as I finished rising back up to my feet. "Sorry", I said, "I couldn't help myself and needed a little dessert before dinner." "Smooooooooooooooth!", she teased, poking a finger playfully in my belly button at the same time. As we continued getting dressed, another curiosity crept into my mind. "Was it weird at all talking to your mom after what we saw her do?", I queried a little quietly. She replied, "Oh, umm... it wasn't too bad, I guess." "That was pretty wild for even me to see. I never thought I would see a mom do something like that with something of her daughter's in a million years. But I saw that look on her face this morning and had the weirdest feeling that there was something to it. Especially since you said before that she rubs your feet after school or soccer sometimes", I added. Clarissa's eyes went wide as she asked, "Do you think she has done something like this before?!" I thought carefully for a minute and responded, "Honestly, I don't know. But from what we just saw, that didn't look like someone's first time doing something like that." "Hmm, I think you are right now that you say that", she added as she slipped her bare feet into her red Crocs, the last piece of clothing she was missing. "Oooh, squishy!", she giggled. It was my turn to step back into mine as well since we were otherwise finished dressing. My bare feet were greeted with the same, squishy and moist sensation. "These are so gross", I laughed. "My mom is going to love them", she added with a mischievous tone and look that literally made my jaw drop open. "What!?", I exclaimed more loudly than anticipated. Clarissa flashed me a coy smile that revealed her turquoise braces which almost matched her eye color. As we left the temple and passed through both massage huts, we were both surprised to not only find no sign of Mareva or Bethany, but also of anyone at all. It was as if we had been there entirely on our own. In the larger massage room, two out of three candles continued burning on the small table on the opposite side of the room from the door. --- Clarissa and I were even more tired, hungry, and sweaty after climbing out of the temple and then walking out of the jungle and across the hotel property to reach her parents' room building. We finally made it to the door and while Clarissa knocked, I pulled out my phone to check the time. I was initially relieved to see that it was 5:58pm, knowing that we wouldn't be late. However, that relief quickly subsided as I was reminded of the previous and still-unread, new text messages from Emily. Before I could read the new messages, Megan opened the door quickly in front of us, causing me to instinctively return my phone to my pocket. "Hi girls! Wow, it must be hot outside or you two had a great workout!", Megan said with a laugh as she looked us both up and down a few times. "Hi mom! Probably both!", Clarissa said with a smile. "Hi Megan, thank you for inviting me for dinner!", I inserted cheerfully. Megan moved aside so we could enter the room and she continued, "No problem at all, Paul and I thought it would be nice to spend some time together with you since you have been so wonderful with Clarissa. I have a tiny bit of bad news though. Paul had an emergency work call and had to run to the hotel's business center to take care of it, so we had to delay our dinner by 30-45 minutes. I hope that's alright Erica; I'm sure both of you are pretty hungry from what it looks like! But Clarissa honey, if you want to go take a quick shower before dinner, that might not be a bad idea." "Oh, that's no problem at all. We can just talk or sit outside for a few minutes or something. It's only 30 minutes, not like 4 hours!", I joked. As I finished my sentence, I couldn't help but notice a hint of that coy look which I had observed on Clarissa's face earlier begin to return. Clarissa suddenly inserted, "Actually mom, I don't think that would be enough time to shower and wash and dry my hair and everything. I kinda just want to sit and rest for a little bit. We have been on our feet and walking a LOT today." "Sure honey, that's perfectly fine. I can only imagine!", Megan replied. I wondered if Megan noticed, but Clarissa's coy look expanded further as she added, "Do you think you could rub my feet like you do sometimes when they are sore? That would feel sooo good right now!" It took everything inside me to hide every last drop of the complete shock that was suddenly screaming to escape from me, either verbally or non-verbally. Turning to look at Clarissa while still maintaining a neutral face to the best of my ability, I observed her looking at her mom with a playfully pouty expression. My clit instantly throbbed hard when I realized that Clarissa, armed with her new knowledge, was attempting to sexually tease her mother in the most innocuous outwardly-appearing way. Her bright blue eyes locked with mine briefly and I could see that she wanted to put on a show for both of us, as well as tease me too. She was, without a doubt now, far beyond her years intelligent for an eleven-year-old. Megan briefly fumbled with her words, no doubt taken back by the request and whatever feelings it internally instilled in her, but she attempted to collect herself and finally responded, "Oh, umm... sure! We, I mean I can do that!" Megan's eyes locked with mine briefly and I knew why, but since she didn't know that I was aware, I smiled in return, still attempting to give her the most neutral look possible. "Aww, that's really nice of you to do that for her! I can't say my mom has ever rubbed my feet before!", I added. Megan laughed somewhat nervously in response but before she could respond, Clarissa added while looking at her mom, "Oh, but maybe it's not a good idea right now? These shoes look so cute on us but they make our feet smell a lot. And they are like really sweaty right now especially after wearing them all day and then our long hike back. At least it makes them super soft though!" The look on Megan's face was priceless. If I hadn't witnessed what Clarissa and I saw her do earlier, I would have never known. But much like how I was trying to act completely neutral because I knew what Clarissa was doing, Megan was playing the same game and trying to make it appear like she wasn't going to love every second of that smell. I wondered what was going on in between Megan's legs especially after Clarissa went out of her way to mention how strong it was. "Oh", Megan started reply with a nervous laugh, "That's OK, honey! It's not like I haven't done it for you before after long, hot days. I'm... used to it by now!" Megan fumbling through her words while trying to put on a show and hide her anticipation was oddly thrilling in a way that I couldn't describe. I could relate though, having battled against myself internally over a lot of things during recent events. Without saying anything, Clarissa sat down in one of the recliners in the living room and reclined backwards in it, propping her legs up still with the red Crocs on her feet. "Do you mind if I sit down next to Clarissa?", I asked Megan, clearly slamming her back into reality based upon the look on her face as I finished my question. "Oh, yes, I'm so sorry, please make yourself at home Erica!", she mumbled as she sat down cross-legged on the floor in front of the recliner Clarissa was sitting in. I sat down next to Clarissa in the adjacent recliner so I would have a good view of them both. Clarissa had a huge smirk on her face as she lifted up one leg and dangled it so the shoe slid back and forth. Megan stared at the scene in front of her, almost mesmerized. Her position also put her face in close proximity to the bottoms of Clarissa's feet. Clarissa leaned her head back and closed her eyes and said with a giggle, "OK! Ready whenever you are!" I did my best to watch intently without making it obvious. Megan reached forward and removed both of Clarissa's shoes and set them on the floor next to her. Her eyes were transfixed on Clarissa's soles as she reached forward and started to massage her right foot with both of her hands. Clarissa let out an exaggerated little pleasurable moan as the bottoms of her toes were pressed against. Watching her test out her now "power" over a grown adult, much less her own mother, was so strangely enticing. I could only imagine the effect it was having on Megan. At one point, Megan released her left hand from Clarissa's foot and brought her fingers up to her nose, and appeared to scratch an itch that must have been conveniently right below her nostrils on her upper lip. I caught Clarissa shooting me a quick glance with a small smirk; she knew better, as did I. "Mmmmmmm, this feels amazing, I needed this so much!", Clarissa said to her mom. "You're very welcome. You weren't kidding about how soft they are from those shoes, either", Megan replied as she switched to Clarissa's other foot. As Clarissa purposely let out more manipulative oohs and ahhs while her other foot began to be massaged, the invisible but extreme erotic energy in the room between the three of us was building immensely, especially since I was overdue for another release and therefore not thinking the most clearly. Clarissa's intentional teasing and the fun of watching the effects on her mom eventually had me imagining ways I could intensify the situation. "The smell really doesn't bother you, Megan? I feel like I can smell it from over here sometimes", I asked playfully. Clarissa immediately turned her head and looked in my direction. Megan attempted to neutrally answer my question, acting like she didn't have a care in the world, "Yeah, it doesn't really bother me! As a mom, you get used to these kinds of things." Her reply sent chills up from my lower back to the top of my neck. Yes, she was indeed a mom; a mom who was being aroused by her young daughter, arguably the last person she should ever be aroused by. But the fact that Clarissa was purposefully stoking this arousal and becoming aroused herself was unlike anything I could have ever imagined. The forbidden nature of it and knowing they were both simultaneously melting in their panties was creating a growing hunger in between my thighs. "I guess you're right", I started to reply, "And I'm glad this isn't my sister and me because she is so much of a brat that if I was massaging her feet that smelled and I said something about it not bothering me, she would triple dog dare me to touch my nose under her toes for 15 seconds or something crazy like that." A devious smirk flashed across Clarissa's face for a brief instant while Megan looked at me incredulously and actually froze in place for a few seconds. I felt a rush of wetness in my panties watching her react to this statement, knowing that I was now helping Clarissa stoke her mom's burning lust. Taking the bait, Clarissa began to speak, breaking Megan's gaze with me, "Oooh! Mom I totally triple dog dare you to do that!" For a moment, Megan stared blankly at Clarissa's face but quickly collected herself. I was impressed with how she managed to rapidly react and come up with a "solution" to make this challenge appear innocent. "Hmmm, I'm not one to turn down a dare or challenge usually... but in this case, if you want me to do it, you'll have to do something for me too!", Megan replied, matter-of-factly. "Oh? What?", Clarissa asked. "You have been pretty terrible about picking up after yourself and keeping your room clean on this trip. If you promise to try and do better with that every night before you go to bed, I will accept your challenge", Megan responded. "Oh... OK! Deal then!", Clarissa said energetically, flashing a big smile. Megan turned to me with a faux look of exasperation and asked, "What are we going to do with these little girls?" "I guess we just have to go along for the ride sometimes!", I replied, trying to sound hopeful, while simultaneously attempting to mask any reaction to the intense clit throb that coursed through my body as my memory immediately returned to exactly what I had recently done to both Clarissa and my little sister. Megan turned to look back at Clarissa and then at the bottom of her right foot which was closer to her face. I felt more wetness dribble out of me as I watched in what felt like slow motion as Megan's nose inched closer and closer to Clarissa's foot until her nose pressed under her toes and her lips connected with the bottom of her arch. Megan's right hand rested on top of the extended footrest of the recliner and she dragged her fingers up and down over Clarissa's other foot at the same time. The tiniest whimper involuntarily escaped from my lips and I immediately felt both of them side-eyeing me, but Megan didn't stop. Instead, Clarissa started counting out loud, but clearly in intervals that were slower than actual seconds. They both stared into each other's eyes while Clarissa occasionally scrunched her toes slightly on top of her mom's nose. As bizarre as such a scene was to me, both of their reactions were so erotically charged that I was starting to be tempted to reach a hand in my panties, but I wasn't that brave. Clarissa's count to 15 took more like 30 seconds because of her purposefully-slow counting, but Megan didn't protest, as I expected. "Aaaaaand... 15!", Clarissa stated exuberantly. Megan slowly retreated her face and other hand from both of Clarissa's feet and appeared to be rather flustered. Clarissa was also intently watching her mom, no doubt analyzing for any signs of arousal which she was hoping to have caused. "Ewwww, how was it?", I asked, trying to keep character. Megan hesitated and actually brought her fingers which had been touching Clarissa's other foot up to her nose. The fluttering in my stomach and warmth in between my legs was steadily increasing. "It was... intense", Megan finally replied with some hesitation, her face also appearing to be slightly flushed. They both looked at each other again before Megan added, "Will you girls excuse me for a few minutes? I need to finish getting ready for dinner and wanted to try a few more outfits on beforehand, but feel free to stay here or relax outside if you want, OK? Clarissa, your dad should be back anytime now, too." "OK mom!", Clarissa replied. With that, Megan disappeared into her bedroom and the lock clicked on her door. A few seconds later, I heard another door close and realized that Megan must have gone into the bathroom. I quickly turned to look at Clarissa. "Oh my god, Erica, I can't believe you said that and that she did it!", she beamed. "Girl, I want to say the three of us are braver than I would have ever expected", I replied. "Do you think she is going to do the same thing again like what we saw earlier?", Clarissa asked expectantly. "I'm pretty sure she will", I replied, "But it will probably be a little different this time because she doesn't have one of your shoes. She was touching your other foot though at the same time!" "Yeah! And like putting her fingers between my toes and everything", Clarissa remarked. "If what's on her face isn't enough, she's going to be smelling her fingers too", I surmised. "Erica...", Clarissa trailed off quietly. "Yeah? What's wrong?", I asked thoughtfully. Clarissa hesitated for a moment but responded, "Nothing... I'm just... very wet again." "I know, I am too. That was probably one of the weirdest things I have ever seen but it had the same effect on me. Knowing that both of you were teasing each other so much...", I replied, feeling more juices ooze out of me knowing that her little pussy was as ravenous as mine was. Before I could finish my sentence, we heard the electronic beep of the door lock, followed shortly by Paul opening the door and walking in carrying a laptop bag. "Well well, hi girls!", Paul greeted us. "Hi dad!", Clarissa responded. "Hey Paul!", I added in. "Did you two have a fun day together? Your mom kept telling me to leave you two alone for a while when I wanted to suggest trying some surfing lessons. She said girls need their time together. I'm glad you could join us for dinner, Erica!", Paul related. "Thank you for inviting me", I started to reply, "And yes, we had a really fun day together! We got a pretty good workout walking around and sweating so much, that's for sure!" Paul smiled and added, "Whatever keeps Clarissa off her phone, right? Clarissa, where's your mom? Is she getting ready?" "Yeah, she said she needed a few minutes and would be out when she was finished", Clarissa answered. I was impressed that Clarissa was actually doing her best to give her mom space to finish without interruption what we both assumed she had started. I couldn't help but imagine her sitting on the floor of the bathroom with one hand in between her legs while smelling her fingers on her other hand, imagining Clarissa's body. I shivered. "No problem!", Paul stated, "I need a few minutes to set up outside anyway. Hmm, Clarissa, can you help me carry a few things out really quickly? Erica won't run away in the meantime, I promise!" I giggled a little and Clarissa answered, "OK, dad. Be right back, Erica!" The two of them disappeared into the mini kitchen of their hotel room to gather up some items we would all need for dinner. Eventually they ventured outside through their massively oversized sliding door and closed it behind them. I could see them moving tables and chairs and arranging place settings as my mind finally snapped out of its sexually desperate fog and I remembered to check my phone to see what my sister had sent to me earlier. I hadn't had a chance to respond to her first alarming messages, either. My mind was still reeling about how to respond, and that was without even knowing what her latest messages were about. As I reached in my pocket to retrieve my phone, I was startled by the sound of Megan's bedroom door opening. I pulled my hand out of my pocket without retrieving it and instead looked up to greet her. She was still wearing the same clothes she had been previously, but her face was definitively more flushed. "Oh, hi Megan... Clarissa and Paul are outside setting up", I stated as I pointed towards the sliding glass door where they could both be seen. Megan didn't respond but continued walking over to me, so I now began to take a closer look at her. I realized she had an almost smug look on her face as she approached me, still not saying a word, but staring intently and directly into my eyes. She definitely was a beautiful young woman, but I felt a hint of nervousness at this awkward situation, not quite knowing how to respond or what might be prompting her strange advance. Without warning, she lifted up her right hand and placed her fingertips directly underneath my nostrils. Reactively, I turned my head to the side and took a step backward because of the intensity of Clarissa's smell. Before I could open my mouth to speak and question her actions, she took another step towards me and held the fingers on her other hand up to my face and under my nostrils; my eyes instantly widening as I knew that I was smelling her burning pussy and cum all over them, causing another throb in between my legs. Her direct gaze did not avert, and her smug look only intensified. My lower lip began to quiver and my heart was racing inside my chest as I was so unprepared for this encounter. == *BEEP BEEP* == Megan broke the silence, "I'm guessing that's your sister. You should really get back to her. Oh, and by the way, mind's eye is fun, isn't it?" --- Chapter 8 coming soon! Comments, thoughts, and constructive criticism are all welcome.